Sweet Georgia Brown

Last Sunday the family and I went to see the Harlem Globetrotters at the TD Garden.
Calling it exciting would be an understatement.

The trip to Boston started off on a high note; we saw a dead black cat on the side of the highway, which either meant that the day wasn't going to have any bad luck, or there are some pretty reckless drivers out there. (I'm guessing it was the first one; that day was pretty awesome, as you'll soon see) Then, I noticed a "Student-Driver" car ahead of us, and as we drove by it, I saw an old man (no younger than sixty-five) driving it. I guess he just couldn't stand sitting at home any longer, watching Bonanza re-runs. Either that, or he was embarrassed to realize his wife knew that he didn't have a driver's license.

So, after about an hour of listening to Green Day on my iPod in the car, the TD Garden came into view. Finally, I could escape the clutches of that red Toyota Camry, that had me stuck next to my little brats- er, brothers, for all that time.
Inside the Garden was pretty cool; big pictures of Celtics, and Bruins pictures all around us. (including one of John Cena, from when the WWE came to preform here) We traveled up two sets of escalators, walked past some souvenir stands (where my brothers and I each bought our own Harlem Globetrotters basketballs), and then came to the entrance to the court.
Looking down on it, it seemed just like it did on TV; big, shiny, the big, green Celtics logo painted in the middle. But, as we moved farther down towards our seats, the court began to seem smaller than I'd recalled from the games I'd watched back at home. I guess television makes things seem bigger than they appear. (much like the side-mirrors on cars... except those show things "closer than they appear". You know what I meant)

As for our seats: only two rows away from the court! I could have literally taken one step from where my seat was, and would've been standing on the court. Everything was in better-than-perfect view! (a HUGE thank-you to Gramma and Pa for those tickets. Love you, guys!)
Almost as soon as we took our seats, a guy in a Globetrotters tee-shirt came over, and asked my little brothers if they'd like to be part of a Slam-Dunk Contest, for the pre-game show. I couldn't take part because of my immense, 14-year-old-boy height, and the fact that they would be using a kiddie-hoop. The winners of the contest would receive an official Harlem Globetrotters wristband (it turned out all of the contestants got one, because at the Globetrotters, "everyone's a winner"), but the guy tossed me one anyway. (another big thank-you to that random Globetrotters dude, wherever he is!)

My brothers ended up getting to go out on the court for that, but I could care less; I was close enough to the court to smell it. (figuratively, of course. The last thing I need is to catch a whiff of all the basketball-player sweat on that floor. Although, maybe if I had smelled it, I would've been blessed with the almighty slam-dunk powers that Kevin Garnett has) (below; You can just see the excitement on jack's face)

So, then the game began. The Globetrotters took the stage, showing off their ball-handling skills, and warming up for the game with some trick-shots, and alley-oops, and dunks, and spins, and passes- I'd explain it all in detail, but it'd end up looking like a jumble here on this blog, because it all happened so quickly, so effortlessly, describing it would be almost impossible.

Although I will say that the final play of the game was my favorite; one of the 'Trotters, "Blenda", stood out on the three-point line, facing the other side of the court. Without even glancing at the hoop, he tossed the ball high over his head, and as it came down near the basket, another 'Trotter leaped up, caught the ball, dunked it in the net, and hung there for a good ten seconds. All of that happened in three seconds, just before the buzzer went off.
They were just as hilarious as they were good at basketball. One of the players on the opposing team was making a jump-shot, and as he jumped up, one of the 'Trotters tore the clothes right off the guy- pants, jersey, and all (except for the underwear), and the guy ran off court in his boxers, humiliated.
It was hilarious.
After all the puns were said, and the dunks were made, the game came to an end, and we headed out to the parking garage, to our car. It was the best show I've ever seen in my life, and something I'll never forget.

Yours in awesomeness,
~Ry.